Chapter 2Mature

I woke up at 3 a.m. the next morning with a major migraine. It was a Sunday and my mom was probably still sleeping. I sighed, pulling on some pants and walked downstairs. The T.V. flickered on.

"Why are you awake?" asked my brother.

"I dunno... I fell asleep at like 5 p.m. and I wasn't really tired anymore," I said sarcastically, "I should be asking you the same."

"Whatever. Deal with me for just one more day, then I'm going back to Yale."

"Smart ass."

"Shut up," he said, getting up, "anyway, are you ok? Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday."

"It's ok. And I think I'll be ok," I said, as he wrapped his arms around me.

Luke was my older brother. He was two years older than me, 20 years old. Still immature, but freakin' smart.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I could feel the tears registering in my eyes, the lump forming in my throat. My voice cracked.

"I don't care. It's ok..."

But I allowed myself to cry.

"Here, you go and brush and I'll make some pancakes."

"Yeah right," I said, wiping my eyes, "like you can..."

"Watch and learn."

"I can't. I have to go pee."

He rolled his eyes, as I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I walked out to see Justin, my 16 year old brother, watching T.V.

"What are you doing up?" I asked.

"I dunno..." he said, shrugging.

I believed him.

"Make sure you put chocolate chips in," I said, sitting next to Justin.

"So, sis, how's it going?" he said, putting an arm around me.

"Ok... now would everyone stop asking me that?"

"Ok, ok..."

I took a deep breath.

"Put the news on," I managed to say.

"Are you sure, 'cause they might... you know, 'cause his dad's the mayor..."

"Just please..."


Nathan Rover just passed away a couple days ago due to a horrible accident. No one knows who crashed into his car for the person had vanished before the police got there. Mayor Rover and his family are here to talk with us.

"Change the channel," I said quickly, as they showed the mayor, "please."

"Ok... I think I recorded Family Guy," said Justin, going to DVR.

"Whatever," I said, grabbing the plate with a pancake on it.

I ate it hurriedly and walked outside to my car. The weather was warm. It was almost June. Almost summer break. I was dreading this summer without Nate. I walked to my car and drove somewhere. I didn't know where I was going.

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